It is impossible. This kind of plot that can be written in a coincidence only makes sense to the storyteller.

Or maybe this monk Yuanhui isn’t the old monk Yuanhui in Changlin Temple?

It’s impossible. The monks in the world are family, and there is no mistake in this generation. There is only one Yuan Hui in the Yuan generation.

He was still guessing the relationship between the monk Yuanhui in front of him and the monk Yuanhui she knew. He was puzzled and could not understand it. Qin Meiyu looked at the monk in front of him with a suspicious look on his face.

"Female donor?"

Yuan Hui couldn't speak at the sight of someone, just staring at him, and his eyes were complicated, so his long eyebrows couldn't help but frown deeper.

This expression was inexplicably familiar, and a chill came up from the soles of his feet. Qin Meiyu subconsciously took two steps back: "Uh, that... I'm not not... I want to go and don't hate the bitterness..."

When this younger monk Yuanhui was tense, he was almost the same as the old monk. His skills were a little weaker. Qin Meiyu asked himself that he could withstand it, but his remaining power was still there, and she still stuttered without any prospects.

“…I don’t hate the bitterness…”

Yuan Hui frowned when she heard this, as if she didn't hear it clearly, and seemed to be very confused.

After Qin Meiyu saw it clearly, he hummed secretly.

After the land of No Hate was destroyed, when Xue Tingzhu was rebuilt, the old monk Yuanhui helped a lot and spoke, Qin Meiyu would never be allowed to set foot in the land of No Hate in this life.

This place is so close to Buheng, Qin Meiyu was panicked and there was no silver here. In fact, she was not afraid of Yuanhui, but mainly because she was afraid of trouble. Now that her cultivation has not yet recovered, she is caught, and she will definitely be displayed to the public and then be lingchi...

It's so miserable! Especially for a girl like a flower, she's so cruel!

Realizing that she was out of control, Qin Meiyu quickly turned her gaze and was about to find something to go through, so as to build a bridge to make it easier for her feet to slip away quietly, but she was shocked to see the situation not far away.

There was a ghost here at some point. Its intestines and belly were rotten, its clothes were tattered, its eyes were red, its face was pale, its mouth was opened and its white teeth were exposed, and its ghost energy was almost overwhelmed! It should have been injured by the formation talisman, and there were several burning marks on its body, but its movements were not slow at all, but it was full of hostility and showed its evil appearance.

Qin Meiyu originally wanted to remind Master Yuanhui to be careful, but when she saw his demon-testing bead suddenly emit a dazzling luster, she closed her mouth tactfully.

Sure enough, Master Yuanhui suddenly turned around, waved the Zen stick in his hand, and a piece of talisman paper had already hit the evil ghost first.

Qin Meiyu glanced at it and frowned.

She just glanced at the talisman paper. It seemed that the painting method was the same as the one decades ago. It was really rough and backward. The talisman she painted by Qin Meiyu was worth hundreds of such. However, the monk was pedantic and she was too lazy to cause trouble for herself. Good and evil have been incompatible since ancient times. Her female devil's things, I think these righteous people are disdainful to use it. One glance at it is a blasphemy to the justice and blood in her heart.

After making up his mind, Qin Meiyu shut up tactfully, and took a few steps back to watch it first.

As long as this monk was not the Yuanhui from Changlin Temple, her waist seemed to be much straight. Qin Meiyu hugged her arms, leaned against the tree, and looked quietly, but her expression was too idle, and she felt that she was just a handful of melon seeds and a pot of tea.

The piece of talisman paper thrown by Master Yuanhui was stuck on the face of the ghost, which made the ghost pause for a moment. Then the talisman paper turned into a gust of blue smoke and disappeared immediately. The ghost's forehead was burned a lot, and it screamed loudly. The nails of its ten fingers suddenly became very long and poked straight towards it, like a pair of sharp swords, bringing a gust of cold wind. The smelly smell made Qin Meiyu move up the wind vent with disgust.

－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－

Qin Meiyu: Master, I don’t bring the magic beads. Are you worried about me and scolding me?

Chu Qingyan: No.

Qin Meiyu: I knew I guessed right. If you feel sorry for me in the future, I will say it clearly, don’t hide it like this.

Chu Qingyan: I don’t.

Qin Meiyu: I was injured when I went down the mountain, and you secretly hid in the kitchen to wipe your tears. I saw it all.
Chapter completed!